by Powerone
He looked at her, her eyes covered with the mask, but the rest of her was naked and spread for his pleasure, but none more than her mouth. Her soft lips caressed his prick in a tight band as her hot mouth and wet tongue touched his prick made it jerk in uncontrollable pleasure. He wouldn’t last long in her mouth, the hand that stroked him for so long almost made him cum. “Suck it; keep your lips tight and your tongue working over my prick, especially the head. Lick up my seed.” He didn’t have to hold her head, the dog collar did that. All he had to do was use his hips to fuck her mouth, and he was good at that.
She didn’t know why she did such a degrading thing, but as the prick drove in and out of her mouth, her lips tightened, and her tongue moved without her commanding it. She cringed as his leaking seed began to foul her mouth, but she could do nothing as her mouth was repeatedly penetrated. He took deep thrusts into her mouth, and he would slam the hard head against the tiny hole of her throat, but her gags only inspired him to shove harder next time. He never pulled his prick out. Her nostrils flared as she struggled to fill her oxygen-starved lungs. She felt and heard the shameful slap of his testicles against her chin with each powerful thrust, but it was the wiry hairs that tickled her lips and nose that made her gag when an errant hair was pushed into her mouth.
His wife was behind him and squeezed his balls, and that was all that was needed. He cried out loudly with one powerful thrust into her mouth. He went up on his toes as his balls were milked of his seed. He saw the shocked look on her face as he flooded her mouth, but he only heard her wet, muffled cries as he emptied his seed in her mouth.
It was a flood of his seed. Her cheeks swelled to contain it, but his prick blocked her mouth, and it had nowhere to go. She gagged on the thick, hot crème that flooded her mouth and coated every inch of it with the acrid, salty crème. Snot poured out of her nose as she struggled, finally forced to try to swallow it. Each time she managed to get some of the thick crème to go down, he shot more. She gulped and choked for long minutes, but he refused to pull his prick from her mouth. It took a long time before she finally got the last of his seed to run slowly down her gullet. She waited for him to pull his softening prick from her mouth, but he stayed inside.
“Lick it clean if you want me to take it out of your mouth, otherwise your tongue will get it hard once again and you can suck me again until I cum.”
She did the shameful job of licking his prick clean, not wanting to endure this again. But, as soon as he pulled out, another prick was ready, hard and wanting. “NOOO, nott anooth—” but her mouth was penetrated once again before her protest could be heard.
Prince Michael and his woman left before the other men were finished with her. When she was unbound, her stomach gurgled with all the seed that was in her belly.
“You did well, Elizabet,” Lady Oates complimented her. “I think we’ll get along fine, don’t you?”
It was that moment that Elizabet knew this was not the end, only the beginning. Lady Oates would demand a lot from her, and Elizabet would submit. As long as she was bound, Elizabet would find pleasure in it all, or at least she hoped she would. Lady Oates was a knowledgeable woman in the pleasures of the flesh.
The men took their turn in her mouth. Michael wanted desperately to have her pleasure his prick with her mouth now that she’d learned how to properly suck a man’s prick, but Ella continued to stroke his prick. Her fingers worked him over with such an expert touch as she learned what inspired him. If only she’d take his prick in her mouth. Yet, she made no attempt to stop stroking him, and he couldn’t contain his lust much longer. Unless she stopped, he’d cum.
Ella refused to let Elizabet suck his prick and make him cum. It would be a defeat for Ella if she did. She had enough foresight to bring a handkerchief with her; Straparola had taught her the usefulness of having it. She reached into his trousers so her fingers could grip his testicles and that made Prince Michael push up in the chair at the same time her fingers stroked over the thick head. She could feel his prick beneath her hand come alive. It swelled, and she barely had time to put the handkerchief over the head before he cried out. The silk handkerchief had a growing wet spot on it, and the unmistakable smell of a man’s seed assailed her nostrils. Ella continued to stroke him, even as her hand gathered up some of his hot juices. It was thick, but it made her hand glide easily up and down the shaft of his prick as he continued to explode, but her eyes were on the growing wetness of the handkerchief.
Michael hadn’t cum that hard in a long time. Ella had surprised him when she took out his prick and stroked it until he came.
Ella quickly put the handkerchief in her small clutch before Prince Michael saw it. She put his prick back in his pants as best she could, but when her fingers touched it, it started to jerk and grow hard once again. She knew she had to leave, not wanting to run into trouble like last time when she ran past the midnight deadline. “I must go, Prince Michael.”
“Do you have to leave me so soon?”
“Yes, I fear I do.”
“Will you come back next week?” He wanted more from her, and after seeing how she took care of his prick, he hoped that he could inspire her to greater acts.
“I don’t think so, Prince Michael. It’s not that I didn’t enjoy what happened to Elizabet, I suspect that you want more from me than I can deliver.”
“But, I planned another surprise for you next week. I’ve arranged for Mary and Lady Browning to attend next week, not from my invitation, but Lord Storr. I won’t spoil you with the details, but you won’t want to miss it if you yearn for revenge.”
He knew just what to do to entice her, playing on her need for revenge. She wondered what she’d have to do to earn this revenge from Straparola and Prince Michael. Yet, the thought of what that might do enticed her as much as the revenge. “If you insist, Prince Michael, I’ll see you next week.”
He turned and kissed her, surprising her as their lips touched and his tongue began to play in her mouth. He pressed up against her body, and she made no attempt to pull away from his passionate embrace. It wasn’t long before her tongue responded, and it was difficult for him to break the kiss. “Good night, Ella. I’ll dream of you.”
“Good night, my prince,” she said as she departed. She’d do more than dream of him tonight. She got home before the stroke of midnight and immediately went to her small room. The house was still, Elizabet hadn’t come home yet. Cinderella saw the light in Lady Browning’s window as she waited for her. Cinderella wondered what Elizabet would tell her mother of her night.
She stripped off her clothes as she got into bed but clutched in her hand was the handkerchief she’d used to capture Prince Michael’s seed. She shut her eyes as she began to imagine it was her, not Elizabet that took a prick in her mouth. She’d watched what the men had made her do, and it was as if Cinderella did it to Prince Michael’s prick. It didn’t take her long before she came, but before she did, she rubbed some of his seed from the handkerchief on her lips so her tongue could lick it up as she masturbated so vividly. When she came, she pushed the handkerchief into her mouth as if it was a gag, and her mouth was flooded with the foul taste of Prince Michael’s seed. In spite of the taste, or maybe because of it, she came loudly, even though her mouth was gagged. Is that what it would feel like if I was bound and made to suck a man’s prick until he came in my mouth as Elizabet did?
Chapter 5
Marriage Proposal
“How was your night at Prince Michael’s party?” Lady Browning asked Elizabet as she helped her take off the dress.
“I enjoyed it,” Elizabet replied, and it wasn’t a lie. “I met some nice people, one of them Lady Ann Oates. She helped me fit in with the aristocrats.”
“I’m glad, Elizabet.” She hoped that Elizabet might fetch a man that would take care of Elizabet and her. Time was running out. She was almost out of money and deep in debt to keep this lifestyle going. Lady Browning knew there was more than what Elizabet told her about the par
ty. She couldn’t hide the marks on her body. Lady Browning wasn’t surprised by them; she’d been around aristocrats long enough to know of their passion for depravity. She was proud of Elizabet, not saying a word about what happened. Lady Oates must have taught her the price she’d have to pay to get a man. There still might be hope that Elizabet could snag a wealthy man to save her from her debts, but Lady Browning couldn’t count on it.
Cinderella noticed a difference in Elizabet. Lady Browning and Mary were just as cruel as before, but Elizabet had learned some humility from last night’s performance.
* * * *
“Thump, thump, thump.”
“Go back to your cleaning, I’ll get it.” Lady Browning didn’t want Cinderella giving the wrong impression when she answered the door. The pounding grew louder and impatient. The person that did it was rude. She opened the door and was about to give that person a piece of her mind when she saw who it was. “Lord Storr, good to see you again. Come in.” She looked at his fine carriage outside with eight horses, a driver and three footmen. He was prosperous. She’d checked up on him after the prince’s ball and found that he was one of the wealthiest men in the county. He was also widowed, his last wife died a year ago, which made him the most eligible bachelor in the county, beside Prince Michael. And now he was at her door.
“A quaint house, Lady Browning,” he commented as he looked around. He went into the living room and took a seat.
“Can I get you something to drink, Lord Storr?”
“A brandy would be nice.” He didn’t want to stay here long. Her house was a hovel. That should make his task that much easier to accomplish. He’d never got turned down before. He was too rich and powerful to be denied anything.
She hurried to get him a brandy. “Stay in the kitchen out of the way.” She brushed past Cinderella and rushed to find Mary. “Come quickly, Lord Storr is in the living room.”
Mary was nervous. Lord Storr made her that way. She’d never run into a man like him before, much older and experienced with women. He wasn’t like the beaus she could wrap around her finger with just a stroke of her hand on their pricks. He was more demanding and took what he wanted. He had fondled her body with impunity and that scared her. But it was her surrender to him that scared her more.
Hubert stood up when he saw Mary come into the room with his brandy. His prick thickened at the sight of her young, nubile body. No woman had made him this way in a long time. He had a bevy of women that sought him out, but he never sought out one like this in the last year. It was her innocence that he sought. She was inexperienced with men, and he’d teach her in the ways of men.
“Good afternoon, Lord Storr.” She nervously handed him the brandy, but he immediately put it on the table. He turned to her, and before she knew what happened, he took her in his arms and kissed her passionately in front of her mother. His hand held her pressed up against him as she felt the bulge of his erection against her. His other hand held the back of her head as he pushed his lips into hers and his tongue forced its way into her mouth. Her body shivered as he took her breath away. She felt his lower body move back and forth against her mound, and his prick began to pulsate. It was long minutes before he broke the kiss and released her. Her face was flushed; ashamed at the way he took her in front of her mother. She looked to her mother for sympathy, but she had a big smile on her face.
“It’s good to see you again, Mary. You are such a refreshing beauty to my eyes.” And his prick was inspired, also, but she knew that. He made sure that he was obvious when he rubbed his prick on her mound, testing her resolve. She never said a thing or protested his intentions. He sat back down and noticed that Lady Browning made no mention of what had transpired. He’d tested her, also. He’d found out she was in dire financial straits that had to be resolved soon or else she’d be off to debtors prison, not a nice alternative for her. His wealth allowed him the luxury of taking advantage of other’s financial misfortunes.
“What brings this surprise visit to us, Lord Storr?”
“As much as I love to feast my eyes on Mary, this would be better in private, if you don’t mind.” He would leave it to Lady Browning to convince Mary to his intentions. He knew she’d have no problem when he made his offer.
“It’s good to see you, Lord Storr. I’ll go into the kitchen and help.” Mary wasn’t sure whether she was glad to leave or not. His kiss and passionate embrace scared her or excited her. It happening in front of her mother made it more forbidden, almost naughty.
Hubert waited until she was out of the room. He turned to Lady Browning. “I’m a man of few words. Mary enamored me at Prince Michael’s ball and that is difficult to do. I lost my wife a year ago and never thought I’d feel this way again.”
“I can see that you are passionate about her, Lord Storr. And she is the same with you. She didn’t tell me that, but I see it when she is with you.” Was this about to make my dreams come true and my financial problems history?
“There is the problem of the difference in age between us, but that is what I love about her. It’s her innocence. She still is innocent, isn’t she, Lady Browning?” He had to be sure before he went any farther with her.
“Yes, she is innocent in the ways of men. She’s had some beaus, but she was able to fend off their fruitless attempts. She has a way with boys but not with men. She wants to save her innocence for her wedding night.”
“It’s a noble ambition for her to save her innocence for her wedding night but not very practical. I want to make Mary my wife and take care of you and her in the manner that you should be accustomed to. You can give up this hovel and move into my castle. You’d have your own wing, Lady Browning, so as to not interfere with our marriage.”
She cut him off. “That is so kind and considerate of you, Lord Storr. The two of you will make such a wonderful union.” Lady Browning could see her life in the future, all of her wants and desires fulfilled. This was her destiny.
“But…” He stopped her before she went too far. “I cannot go into this union without reassurances that it will be everything that I expect and demand.”
“She’ll pledge her love to you, Lord Storr. Don’t worry?”
“You are an experienced woman, Lady Browning. You know the desires of men, not boys. I cannot be expected to take Mary on a pledge of love and find myself disappointed on our wedding night when I expect to take her innocence. It would be devastating for both of us. I cannot put her through that with a clear conscious.”
“No, she knows not the wants of an experienced man. But, I am sure with your skills, you can teach her the ways to pleasure a man in the way you desire.”
“Yes, I will teach her, but it is not obvious to me that she’ll take the lessons to heart. Will she submit without regard?”
Lady Browning knew where this conversation was going, just not how. She’d make it work one way or another. She’d convince Mary of the need to obey. “What do you suggest?”
“Elizabet had seen the ways of the Hellfire Club the other day. It has been around for a hundred years, and it knows the ways of men. I suggest that you and Mary come next Monday night. It is there I can test Mary’s resolve.” He saw a puzzled look on Lady Browning’s face. “You do know about the Hellfire Club? I’m sure Elizabet told her mother everything.”
“Yes, of course she did. I have a bond with my daughters, a very tight bond.” That explained the marks on her buttocks. She’d heard of the Hellfire Club and their fondness for whipping and canings or any type of corporal punishment. It required absolute submission and bondage was the norm. “Would you expect that Mary give up her innocence at that time?”
“I would expect Mary to give me anything I desire without hesitation.” He could see her thinking, but he knew that she had no choice. Lady Browning would submit and so would Mary.
“It would be just you?”
“The Hellfire Club is a private club of members only, but they all have rights and privileges. I’d expect to have some of
my close friends there as well as my father. He’d want to meet you since he has a wing at my castle also. He is getting on with age, but he is still a virile man.”
“I’d have your assurances that you’d marry my daughter after this test of her resolve and take care of us?”
“As long as you and Mary perform to my expectations that would be my promise to you and her. You can move in any time after that, and I’ll settle your affairs.”
“I think we have an understanding. Send your carriage for us on Monday at seven.” Then, all of a sudden, she thought of Elizabet. She never mentioned her with Lord Storr. “I forgot my daughter, Elizabet, in this understanding.”
“From what I know of Elizabet, she has her own plans, though she might not know them yet, but I’m sure that Lady Oates will enlighten her. It’s been a pleasure having this discussion with you, Lady Browning, and coming to this mutually beneficial union. I look forward to seeing you Monday. Would you mind if I say good bye to Mary?”
“No, not at all. She’s in the kitchen. Tell the cook, Cinderella, to leave you alone.”
Hubert didn’t expect to see Mary doing any work in the kitchen, she wasn’t of that persuasion. She would do her best work beneath a man where she could excel. There was another woman over the stove. “Leave us,” he brushed her aside without looking up at her and she left quickly as though she was a scared mouse.
“Stand up, Mary. Your mother has news for you, very happy news. I’ll see you Monday night with high expectations. You are so beautiful and I cannot wait.” He drew her close to him until his prick rubbed against her mound. The conversation and the upcoming performance on Monday made his prick raging hard. He kissed her fully once again, but this time, his hand came up and cupped one of her generous breasts and fondled it until he found the swell of her nipple. He pinched it until he got a soft moan from her lips and that made his prick jerk pleasurably against her mound. Her hands hung limply at her sides. He liked that.